The martial soul that had manifested behind the boy was unlike anything Yu Yuanzhen had ever seen. The moment it emerged, a dragon's roar faintly echoed in the depths of the hall, shaking the hearts of all who bore witness.
The dragon's body stretched long and serpentine, scales glistening with a dim azure light. Upon its head grew antlers like those of a deer, and its sharp claws resembled those of an eagle. Its eyes glowed crimson, narrow and bright like a rabbit's, exuding both ferocity and divine majesty.
"A dragon…" Yu Yuanzhen muttered, his fists trembling slightly. "But… this is no ordinary dragon."
Yu Ming had named it on the spot—Azure Dragon.
Yet even as the patriarch rejoiced, a chill ran down his spine. The pressure emanating from this dragon… was suffocating. It wasn't just power—it was bloodline suppression. Even his own martial soul, the famed Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, quivered under that invisible force. He, the proud wielder of a top-tier draconic martial soul, felt like a lesser creature bowing before a sovereign.
'This… This cannot be compared,' Yu Yuanzhen thought, his heart shaken. 'The bloodline contained in this Azure Dragon is terrifying. Even I feel insignificant before it.'
He swallowed hard. For the first time in his life, he admitted to himself, his martial soul paled in front of another.
Which could only mean one thing, his grandson had awakened a martial soul of the highest tier.
Unknown to Yu Yuanzhen, the truth far surpassed his imagination. The Azure Dragon was not merely top-tier, it was a God-level martial soul,
"Grandfather, I'm going back to my room!" The boy's innocent, crisp voice broke the heavy silence. Yu Ming's eyes shone with pure delight, oblivious to the waves of shock and speculation swirling in the hearts of the elders around him.
He skipped away lightly, the corners of his lips raised with a simple childlike smile.
Yu Yuanzhen, however, turned cold in an instant. His sharp gaze swept across the clan elders who had witnessed the ceremony. His voice, carrying the might of a patriarch, thundered:
"From this day forth, not a single word of Ming'er's martial soul or innate soul power shall leave this hall. Should anyone dare to leak it…" His eyes narrowed dangerously, lightning crackling faintly in his pupils, "…they will answer to me."
The elders shuddered and lowered their heads in unison. None dared to meet his eyes.
Still, among themselves, they exchanged quick, subtle glances. The clan had been blessed with geniuses before, but this child—this Azure Dragon—was different. He might well be the turning point for the entire clan, perhaps even for the entire continent.
Yu Ming, meanwhile, walked off without a care. To him, it was just the start of a new journey.
On the way back to his courtyard, Yu Ming's footsteps slowed. At the corner of the path, he spotted a familiar figure, a maid, no more than twelve years old, carrying a basket of laundry.
Yu Ming's dark eyes narrowed slightly.
' Isn't that the one from last week?'
At first, when he had been reborn into this world, the maturity of these so-called "children" had thrown him off balance. A twelve-year-old here, had the body closer to eighteen years old in his past life. But after living here for six years, he had long since shed the inhibitions of his old world.
His mother's death had left a void in the household, and both his father and grandfather had indulged him endlessly, letting him act without restraint. For an adult soul wearing the body of a six-year-old, temptation had been inevitable. What he had once suppressed, afraid on earth in his previous, now festered and grew unchecked.
This maid was one of the newer ones, barely two weeks into service. Last week, Yu Ming had already cornered her with his status as the young master of the clan, forcing her to yield in silence. He had already enjoyed her last week.
While he did not indulge much owing to his growing body, he had done s*x three times already.
A cruel smirk curved Yu Ming's lips as he stepped closer. His small hand reached out and shamelessly patted her from behind.
The maid froze, her face turning scarlet, but she dared not speak. Fear of the clan's authority weighed heavier than her already lost dignity.
Satisfied with the flustered look on her face, Yu Ming withdrew, a faint chuckle escaping his mouth as he strode away.
By the time he reached his room, his thoughts had already moved on.
'This world is full of peerless beauties… Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong… even Gu Yuena.'
His eyes gleamed with a feverish light.
'In my past life, these names were only characters I admired from the outside. But in this life, they are real. They exist. And I will make them mine.'
He clenched his fists so hard his nails bit into his palms.
"First," he muttered under his breath, "I need power. Absolute power, Only strength will allow me to conquer all these beauties and stand above everyone else."
His eyes darkened, sharp like blades cutting through the night.
"And there is only one person in this world who can stand in my way…"
The image of a boy with silver hair and sword-like eyes surfaced in his mind—Chen Dao.
A bitter taste filled his mouth as his gaze turned murderous.
"Chen Dao," Yu Ming whispered coldly. "Enjoy your days of glory while you can. One day, I'll trample you beneath my feet. And everything you dream of… will belong to me."
The Azure Dragon's shadow flickered faintly behind him, its crimson eyes glowing as if resonating with the darkness in Yu Ming's heart.